Chapter one
She stood there gazing at the waters. The sea calm the waves rich and the beauty of it mesmerizing. Sabrina hunter was a rare beauty, jet black long wavy hair, wide grey eyes, lips made for kissing and a body to make men weep.
Hey eyes filled with tears as she remembered the events of the past 24 hrs. For the day before her father, had passed away leaving her alone.
She had no relatives, no friends just her devoted servants. For her father had brought her to this remote island when
Carolyn was a slut. I don’t like to use the word, but it fit her perfectly. She had a reputation in high school for giving it up to any guy who wanted it, but as far as I could tell not many guys claimed to have taken her up on it. She had an older sister who had graduated the year before, and the stories about her were even more widespread (pardon the pun) so I suspected that some of it was hand-me-down reputation.
She was a pretty thing, if a bit too rooted in the fashion of the 80’s. I
I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. For a fifty year old mother of three, I looked pretty good. I was still slim and trim with fairly large breasts, I knew I didn’t look my age. I had on a little powder blue suit with a short skirt, several inches above the knee. I wore stay up top hose and blue heels. I turned and looked at the back. Pretty damned nice I thought. Eye catching but not overtly so. I liked the mirrors in the elevators of this building. Good idea.
I walked down the
I met Jenna while I was in college. Big shocker right? That’s how most of these stories always start, but it’s true. I had been in a dorm room alone when she transferred to my room. Something had happened with her roommate (I think she died or left the school or something) then Jen requested to be moved in with a roommate. At first I thought she was a bit distant, cold even, but eventually we got comfortable with one another.
We were both 19 and while she was studying to become a
Well I guess that it’s now or never. We’re finally going to do it I suppose, and I can’t wait. My wife Belinda and I have always talked about expanding our sex life for a long time. Lots of pillow talk and suggestive comments, but never the thought of going through with it until now. I don’t know what’s different about now, other than we both feel confident that it will be a positive thing.
We also think that we have found someone that we feel comfortable with. That was more important than
I’ve always been a pretty big horn dog when it comes to women. Since high school, I’ve tried every trick in the book to meet, bed, and enjoy the ladies. I got married in my mid twenties, screwed around mercilessly on my wife, and divorced in my early thirties, after my wife caught me fucking my secretary, bent over my desk at work. Problem was it was the third time my wife caught me cheating, and strike three was the last straw.
I spend a lot of time in the gym, keeping my body in
So how long have you been into feet?
Who am I? What’s my name? Irrelevant. You don’t need to know my name, my age or my star sign. What you do need to know is that I work as an S2 auditor for Deloitte, a global financial services firm in their Islington based London England branch. I’m attractive, hard working, driven and get on very well with my colleagues, so with this in mind I think you can see how, when I was chosen amongst five other members of my department to take part
The bedroom was filled with the constant yet broken sounds of bed springs squeaking under the rhythmic thrusts of a man into his woman. But it wasn’t the bed making the noise; it was Cindy who groaned intermittently with sharp, feminine ‘coos’ and ‘ahhs’ that were neither exaggerated nor too quiet to discern. Matching her steady pattern of moans and no doubt causing them was the driving of Carl’s rigid seven inches into that sweet spot between Cindy’s
I had been in line for the metal detectors along with crews from different airlines and other passengers when I first noticed her.
She stood by herself and didn’t seem to know anyone else in line, though she wore the same burgundy-colored outfit as the rest of them. She stood two or three people ahead of me in line, and for the first couple of minutes, she blended in with the rest of the hubbub of the bustling airport. However, something about her drew my attention and I began to watch
The education of a young woman….
“No, I’ve got to finish up my term paper,” Christie said in response to her mother asking her about her plans for the night.
“Well, in case you do go out, make sure you lock the place up because your father and I won’t be back until late,” Toni Platte said before leaving her daughter’s room.
“Okay.”
“Oh, and your grandfather might stop by.”
“What?”
Her mother’s words made
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